Football camp An experiment in control 1

Author: sddvr
Title: Football camp: An experiment in control
Date: 13 June 2011

The bus ride...

I'd been looking forward to the camp for months, but it was early, cold and dark. I didn't know anybody else who was going. I hadn't slept the night before. I was both excited and anxious. It was almost 0500, and I was moving as fast as I could to be there on time which was made worse by having to carry my heavy gear bag. It had all my football gear and enough clean clothes to last the two weeks of camp. I didn't bring much as I saw the schedule and they pretty much ate up your entire day with running, weight lifting and “two a day” drills.

I walked to the pick up point, the back parking lot of a closed movie theater. At 5AM on Sunday, The place was a ghost town. The wind blew papers and garbage across the pavement. It was surreal. As I came around the corner, a small group of guys with gear bags came into view. One guy wore red coaches shorts and had a clipboard. He appeared to be in charge. The others were lined up and weren't talking. Before I could ask where to drop my bag, he said “Last Name?” and waited for a response. When I opened my mouth to respond he interrupted... “Spell it!” I responded as directed. “W. I. L. L. I. S Sir!”. He located my name and made a mark on the page next to it, then looked me up and down for an uncomfortable 20 seconds or so. “Everything OK, Coach?” I asked. He paused further, and then gave me a yellow wristband and told me to put my bag in the pile. I fell into line and waited with the others.

The bus arrived. It was a plain white bus with an odd metal screen over the windows. It looked like a prison bus but had no markings and a license plate from Nevada. Must be a charter, I thought. The doors opened and the coach announced that cell phones would be collected and returned to us after the camp. “While you're with us, you'll concentrate on football and your training. There will be no late night phone sex or texting loving messages to sweet Susie Rottencrotch! Turn 'em off and pass them to me now!” I laughed out loud since I'd heard that same Susie Rottencrotch speech in Boot Camp a few years earlier, and was amused that even the name was lifted from Full Metal Jacket. The coach looked at me immediately, locking his eyes on on mine.

MISTAKE. I should have remembered to shut the fuck up to avoid any undesired attention from the coaches. He moved over to me and smiled broadly, saying “Willis. We'll sit together on the bus. Just you and me. It'll be more fun that way.” I started to stammer “Uh, sorry coach I didn't mean...” He interrupted: “Shut up! It's not a request. You'll sit with me and keep your fucking mouth SHUT!” I was more than a little surprised that I'd pissed him off so much. The bus doors opened. The coach barked “Get in! All of you! Fill it from the back. No empty seats.” I started to move toward the bus. A firm hand on my shoulder and a loud “Hey! You and me? We get on LAST.” Even though I knew that his intention was to make me nervous, I was nervous.

As the bus filled up and the pile of bags was packed into the baggage compartments, I wondered what would happen next. I'd probably be running laps or doing pushups until my arms fell off or something like that. I guess he needed somebody to fuck with to motivate the others, I'd just have to play that part until it got boring or ineffective for him. I'd played this stupid game before when I was in the corps. Fine, so be it!

As the last passengers boarded the bus, he started in. Pushups. Oh joy. Once he started me doing pushups, He briefly boarded the bus and came out with a pair of scissors and a red wristband. After a 150 or so pushups I was visibly tired and drenched with sweat. He brought me back up from push up position after holding me in the now painful “down” position for the last one and said “Are you a JARHEAD? You're stupid enough to be one, except that you're too much of a fuckup!”. I answered with a snappy “Yes SIR!” He looked at me again for an uncomfortable 10 seconds as he walked around me, looking me over while shaking his head. “Well that's OUTSTANDING! Then you know what ATTENTION means! Atten HUT!”. He barked. I responded instantly. He cut the yellow wristband off and replaced it with the red one that he got from the bus, and marched me onto the bus.

While climbing the stairs I noticed that there were security personnel standing inside the bus, and there was a chain link gate inside the bus dividing it into two sections. This was a prison bus! The guards appeared to notice my red wrist band. They stopped me and handcuffed me, placing a chain around my waist. Then they put ankle cuffs on me and directed me to an unoccupied seat where they fastened me to the seat. I was in panic!

My protestations were silenced when the biggest guard pulled his nightstick out and said “Shut the fuck up! I don't want hear a fucking sound from you on this trip. Do you understand Me?” I did. “Yes SIR!” I responded.

I sat there, moving my wrists around in a futile attempt to keep the cuffs from biting into my wrists. I was trying to figure out why this bus would have guards and restraints! This was just a summer football camp!

Then the security gate slammed shut and the coach barked on the PA system “Not ONE word... not ONE FUCKING WORD while you're on this bus or YOU WILL PAY! Do you understand?” The entire bus responded “YES SIR!” and there was silence as the bus accelerated onto the street and finally onto the highway.



Arrival..

After a few hours, the bus finally left the highway and continued down a long two lane road and then stopped at a gate. The driver spoke briefly to guards at the gate and we drove on. There were no signs. I hadn't seen the facility before and didn't recognize the buildings. There were football and baseball fields and rows of identical beige buildings. The bus finally stopped in front of a building with a sign marked “receiving”. We sat for a few minutes and finally the gate and doors were opened and the coach on the PA system said “ If you have a yellow wristband, line up outside. Yellow wristbands ONLY! Move!” and the bus quickly emptied.

I grew more nervous as I realized that I was still in for some kind of “special treatment”. I noticed that there were still 4 of us remaining on the bus, all restrained like I was. The doors and gate were closed again after the coach and two of the guards got back on the bus. Not a word was spoken. The bus slowly moved forward, finally stopping at another gate and security checkpoint, and then proceeding inside the fenced area and stopped in front of a windowless building.

The doors were opened and the big guard opened the bus security gate. On a bullhorn (for effect I'm sure) the coach said “RED wristbands! Get off my bus and line up in front of the doorway where it says BRIG. RED wristbands! MOVE!” We were still chained to our seats and obviously couldn't move. Figuring that this was a mistake, we just waited. One of the others piped up “Coach! We're still...” The coach came back on board the bus with a red face and shouting at the top of his lungs. “Shut the fuck up! NOT ONE WORD!” You'll pay for this!” He stormed off the bus and went into the building. The guards said and did nothing.

After 10 or so minutes, the big guard came up to me and unfastened me from the seat rail. Lifting me up onto my feet and pushing me out of the bus. I hobbled down the stairs awkwardly before finally stepping down onto the pavement. Then he took me into the building alone. I was scared to death.


The facility...

We went through the double doors and past a bored guard who buzzed us through another door where I was told to sit on a bench and wait. Of course I was fastened to the bench. Just staying put and waiting seemed like the thing to do.

After an hour or more, I'd lost track of time, the coach and two huge guards showed up and one unfastened me from the bench. They escorted me into a small tiled room with no windows and several TV cameras. Once inside they removed the cuffs and chains and for a moment I thought that the “get even” part might be ending. Then they left a small plastic basket in the room with me and told me to strip and put my clothes in the basket, and then shower. When a buzzer sounded, I was to go to a spot in the room with yellow footprints painted on the floor and grab my ankles and stay in that position. This didn't sound good to me.

I waited for the water to warm. It didn't. I should have guessed as much. I quickly showered
and the buzzer sounded. I raced to the spot in the room with the yellow feet, nearly slipping and falling on my ass. I grabbed my ankles, and of course they kept me waiting. Fuckers!

Then a guard came in with a bag with a disposable razor and some shaving cream and said “You will have no hair below your waist and above your knees. Your ass had better be smooth as a babies butt! I mean no hair on your balls and silky smooth around your asshole! When you're done. Clean up the mess that you made here and put all the shit in this bag and push it through this slot in the door. If it's not smooth enough for your coach, you'll find out what the Prison strap is all about! Move!” And he left me to my work.

This was all surreal but I didn't have time to think about what was happening to me. If I wasn't so scared, it would be kind of hot, but... I was scared.

After I finished, I gathered up my former fur and all of the junk on the floor and placed it into the supplied bag, and pushed the bag through the slot. The door on the opposite side of the room buzzed and opened. Inside the next room was a barbers chair and a bench with a small box sitting on it. The guard put me against the wall and told me to put my feet where another set of yellow footprints was and my hands against the wall where my shaving job would be checked, by the coach. I became more uncomfortable as I waited and a few times when I thought that I might be alone I looked behind me. When I did, I felt a stinging blow to my ass from a strap that the guard used on me. I yelled and turned around again automatically, and felt a stronger blow followed by “Eyes FRONT, asshole!”.

I heard the coach come in, and heard the snap of a rubber glove followed by him barking “Do not move. I've been told to tell you that this might be a bit uncomfortable.” I felt him checking for razor stubble on my balls and finally my asshole. It tickled a bit and felt really strange. He lubed the glove and massaged my prostate hard. He forced a little cum out of me and then he shouted “That's disgusting! You must be a faggot! Fuck!” Then he pulled out and I heard him take his glove off. He shouted at the guards “get his hair unfucked and get him into his cell.
I left a little something for him to do on the chair, so... Make sure that he completes the task.”
then he stormed off.

The guards guided me into the barbers chair backwards, telling me not to look behind me. It was very awkward and I couldn't figure out what they were trying to get me to do. When I finally reached the chair, I grabbed onto the arm rests and pulled myself into the chair. That's when I felt something. There was a very large butt plug actually fastened to the chair. The guard said “This will help you stay still until the barber comes and while your hair is cut . Sit down NOW!” It was greasy but very large. I'd never seen a barbers chair with a seatbelt, or a butt plug for that matter, but this one had each, and they fastened the seat belt around me and started to tighten it. My dick was getting hard and the guard said “bring the mask over here” to the other guard. He looked at me and said “this might make it easier for you”, and pushed a mask over my face sending a sweet smell into my nostrils. I became very light headed and horny. My dick was at full attention and my asshole felt warm and was opening up. I was no longer aware of what was going on in the room until I felt my ass drop down and hug that plug. There was some ridge or something on it that I passed and
then I felt myself wrapping my insides all around it. The warm good feeling was starting to fade now and I became more aware of the pain in my asshole. I found that I couldn't move it or get it out of me, because of its size and shape, and of course the seat belt. All that I could do was moan and suffer. It seemed like time slowed down to nothing, until the barber arrived finally. My hardon faded because of the pain.

The barber noted that I seemed not to be enjoying myself as much as I had been earlier, and that he was directed “to install the D Jock” after this boys haircut, by the coach. I had no idea what this was or what it meant. I just wanted to get that plug out of me. I couldn't think of anything else at that moment. I began to beg him to “Please get this thing out of me!”. He cut my hair shaving the back and sides with a razor. I struggled not to move. Once done, the seatbelt was removed and the guards shouted at me to get up, which I tried to do, My guts were wrapped around the big plug and didn't seem to want to let go. The guard said “Do you need the mask again?” holding it up in front of me. I said, yes, please SIR! “How do you intend to pay for it?” he asked. I was dumbfounded and still in pain. “What do you want SIR?” I asked. He unzipped his zipper and pulled his member out and said “You'll need to take care of this for me, tonight and for the next week.” I was shocked. “You don't have to. Just... Get up!” he said. “I'll do it SIR, please!” then he pressed it into my face and I greedily inhaled. The pain started to dull and I began moving my ass around the plug, finally pulling it out, I was seeing stars. I came.

Then I was held down, still in my stupor, while the other guard put a “D jock” on me. “D” is short for discipline here and this thing is the devils own invention. It has a rubber lined tube that your dick goes into and a ring that wraps around your balls and a flexible outer shell that keeps it all in place so that you can't move it or get it off. It also has an optional butt plug and retaining strap (as I later learned). Oh, I forgot the best part, there is a small block of electronics that contains a small radio receiver and transmitter, battery and shock generator that's tied into the ball pouch, the dick tube and the butt probe. A full package of control wrapped around your waist, and you can't get it off. It knows where you are, and even knows if you've been trying to monkey with it. I later learned that if you get too far away from “approved locations” the system will notify security and have you writhing on the ground in pain until they get there.

The guards decided to show me how the system would make my free will a distant memory. They opened the door and told me to lock myself into cell #26, and pointed down the hallway which was clearly marked. I started slowly down the hall expecting some trick or punishment. They yelled at me to “Move!” and I started down the hall again and noticed a door marked exit that they'd left open. Thinking that I'd somehow hit the jackpot I went for it. Just outside the door I heard a high pitched beep and then felt like I'd been kicked hard in the nuts. I hit the floor and my muscles flexed uncontrollably as painful pulses were sent to my balls and dick.

The guards slowly walked over to me, watching me violently roll around shouting obscenities and groaning. Finally disabling the device. “Don't run!” the guard said. “It gets worse every time you get caught. And you get caught every time.”

Then he pulled my face into his crotch so that I could make the first installment payment of my new debt.